Her back was sweaty. I did what I needed to do and turned the water back on. I came back in and told her that she was good to take her shower. For fuc...’s sake PLEASE leave the panties you’re wearing in the hamper, Claire! I stood in the living room and bullshitted with the husband. He was mostly playing the video game but was trying to be polite to me too. Several minutes later, I heard the water turn off. After what seemed like an eternity, I heard the door open. “I’m done!” she shouted. My usual training swim is two kilometers in a little under forty minutes. Sometimes I swim further, sometimes (particularly if I’m hung over) I shorten it a little. I have tried the butterfly stroke but can not claim to be proficient at it which Aiden laughed at and said that wouldn’t be necessary.He asked what I was looking to get out of the Masters Swimming program: I’m not training for anything in particular but am interested to see how my training compares to other people and I’m receptive. Why don't we watch a movie or something?"Stella nodded her head doubtfully. "OK."We picked out a romantic comedy and settled in to watch the movie on the couch. We were side-by-side but not really touching at all. Eventually Stella leaned in to me. She was resting her head near my shoulder. I put my arm around her shoulder and she nestled in a little closer."This is nice," said Stella.I stroked her arm a little and she snuggled into me.Eventually the movie ended.Stella looked up at me. "I don't. I expect my trainees to want to be better than everyone else. Now, put the bra on and be sure your nipples poke out of the holes."Blushing, Sarah turned around and removed the shelf bra she was wearing. She wasn't sure why she turned around. He got to see her breasts every day. She struggled with the strange bra, but eventually got it on. Each cup fit her breasts like a second skin and her nipples just fit through the holes. She glanced at herself in the mirror and realized how obscene the bra.